Текст песни Ниока - С перрона сходим

With the platform's go,
fancied
beyond that,
where you do not dream.

We wove there fate,
woven home
But we lost the thread.
And all the way through.

His way,
his way,
His mind
Yes on someone else's doorstep.

Time eats only a year,
Not treats.
It feels like one.
And candles are extinguished.

When flies door off its hinges,
and himself from the coils,
I thought you -
"And therefore better eh?"

stay
Or just?
First knock,
by the end of patience - to beat,

Sorry,
loudly argue,
be a writer
not standing stories.

And do not think
between strangers tantrums,
who still today
cast ashore.

Be among the living ruins
Skopje swallow
with them the dust and moss.
And call it ambition,
What else could not.